The Song of The Unmanned Aerial Vehicle

On we drone,
Another day,
Another death,
We fly on high,
All day,
All night,
We never tire.
We've got the time,
Until we fire,
And we're assured,
It's not a crime.
It's more or less
A righteous act,
Our work
That is.
We're told in fact,
That when we kill,
It's been approved,
Approved on high,
It couldn't be a
A crime of war.
Death comes right from
A Kill List,
Like a – Fatwa,
If you will.
And should you happen
In the way,
It was just your time,
But not a crime.